Moonspear liquid light

It seemed Njord had made a tactical error. Both of his little girls wailed! It appeared that they, already, had willful dispositions. Yet, he was in good spirits and listened to the cries with the patience of a practiced father.

“Och, dinna fash my wee lassies,” he cooed as Njord nuzzled Orca and Seal. They were so small… soon, their pink little paw pads would become dark and the baby blue of their eyes would change. No matter how much they screamed, Njord would savor every moment. This time together was fleeting.

“Let yer Da sing ye a song, hmm?” He mused aloud and began to whisper a small lullaby to his precious daughters... one his father, Valyr, used to sing. A song from a previous life among clan Innisfree.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Hello to the Highlands, hello to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth ;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.